It all started when a package was delivered by mistake to my house. It belonged to a neighbor two houses down from mine. I looked it over. I called out to my wife and told her I was taking it to our neighbor Jean.

When I got to her house and rang the doorbell, no one answered, and then suddenly as I was leaving, the door flew open. Jean stood in front of me with a towel wrapped around her head and a housecoat wrapped around her body.

“I’m sorry! I was getting out of the shower when I heard the doorbell.”

I was hoping I might see Jean and get a ‘thank you’ hug, but this was beyond my wildest expectations.

“Come in. Give me a minute to put something on.”

My reply might have been a little hopeful when I said, “I was just delivering a package that came to me that actually belongs to you. It was delivered by mistake. There’s no need to get dressed for me.”

I entered her house and once inside the door, I set down the package and Jean thanked me.

“You were so nice to bring it!”

Jean then put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a hug. Dressed in only a t-shirt and running shorts, I felt the contours of her moist body against mine, and my cock immediately took advantage of the situation and inflated and pressed into Jean’s stomach. Her tits pressed into me and I felt her hardened nipples against my chest.

Without a word we locked our lips together and I felt her tongue pushing into my mouth.

I knew she was going through a separation and divorce that was ugly. Her husband, a business executive, had found love on a business trip. I thought he was stupid because Jean was an attractive forty-year-old brunette that looked like she was in her late twenties. Over the ten years we had been neighbors, I took every opportunity I could to touch base with her. My wife knew I was attracted to her and used it in role play in bed with me.

And now we were making out like teenagers in heat.

Practically naked.

We kissed and my hands roamed her perfect ass cheeks. Her robe fell open and I touched the body I had lusted for.

I pulled away from her lips to look at the tits that begged for attention and with reluctance said, “I’d better get home now.”

Jean said, “Yes, you should go now. But I’m free all weekend if you’re not busy.” Then she took my right hand and guided it to her warm, moist, bald pussy. I easily inserted a finger in to her slippery slit and she groaned.

“Go now before I make you eat me. We need to do this right when we get more time.”

I licked the juicy finger she had given me, then I reinserted it in her wet slit and lifted it to her mouth. She looked me dead in the eyes and sucked my wet finger into her mouth and licked off her juices and said, “I think I taste pretty good. Do you agree?”

I tried to compose myself by shifting my swollen cock to a more comfortable place and left knowing I had an open invitation to return. Did I smell like sex?

I walked back to my house and my wife acted like she always did after she had seen me chatting with Jean.

“How’s Jean? Was she glad to see you? I know she likes you. And I know you want to sleep with Jean and fuck her, don’t you?“

She saw I carried a raging hard-on and reached out and grabbed my cock.

“No baby,” I replied. “I want to fuck you.”

My wife peeled off her clothes and said, “Baby, fuck me the way you want Jean. Pretend my pussy is hers.” Just like that, we were role players with Jean boosting our sex drive.

I took her to the couch and pulled off the top she wore. Her 34DD breasts were being held in check by a sexy, but flimsy bra and I ripped it off.

“Oh my baby is hungry for Jeanie’s pussy, aren’t you?”

I pulled off her yoga shorts and saw she had gone commando and her bald, Brazilian waxed pussy was wet and glistening with anticipation.

She sat back and spread her legs and I kneeled and with no hesitation buried my face between her legs. Heat radiated from her hungry pudenda as my tongue parted her swollen, sweet, dripping lower lips. The trickle, soon to be a flood, of her passion fluid tasted a perfect blend of tart and sweet.

She grabbed fistfuls of my hair in her hands and ground her crotch into my face as she groaned, “Eat Jean’s pussy! Eat her cunt!”

I pushed my tongue deeply into my wife’s pussy as she cried out in pleasure. I found her almond shaped clit and I sucked and suckled it as the first orgasm hit my wife. She bucked as an earthquake of pleasure rolled over her body. I slowly eased my mouth away from her cunt as the aftershocks of her climax unleashed her inner fluids once onto my face. It was warm and as I pulled away I reached for her top and wiped my face. Then I pulled down my shorts and rubbed my seven inches of cock against my wife’s tight slit, teasing her back into a frenzy.

“Pretend I’m Jean and please fuck me. You know you want to! I want you to. Just tell me how you want to kiss her. How you want to taste her. How tight her pussy will feel wrapped around your cock.”

The thought of Jean was springing us forward to intensify our lovemaking. Again.

“Show me,” my wife prodded, “how you’re going to fuck her the first time!”

I positioned my cock at the wet slit between my wife’s legs and pushed. I took no time to let my cock ease into my wife’s cunt and I took no time to let her get ready to be comfortable with me. I just buried my cock to the hilt and my wife screamed in pain and pleasure. I jackhammered my cock in and out, building to an orgasm without regard to my wife.

“Oh FUCK!!! You feel sooo good!!!”

The eruption I felt as I unloaded my boiling sperm was indescribable. At the same time, my wife was vibrating with her own release of pleasure. I collapsed onto my wife and our sweat covered bodies slipped against each other’s. We struggled to breathe.

Afterwards we lay in bed and she said, “I owe Jean for making you so horny. She doesn’t know what she’s missing."

As my wife spoke I thought about Jean and how to navigate what I wanted to do. While fucking my wife, she had blurted out that I should fuck Jean, but was that only passion speaking?

“Honey,” I said, “why did you say I should sleep with, fuck Jean? That was just the heat of the moment, right?”

My wife was quiet for a minute and I thought I had screwed up. Royally. Then she spoke.

“I hope you don’t think I’m crazy but I know you get turned on when you see her. So I like taking advantage of that. It gets me wet whenever I think about the two of you together. And I know you’d love to have her. And…I’m good with that. I know we’re strong in our relationship. So go for it. Just be discreet. And you have to tell me everything. It kinda makes me horny thinking that you should bring her here and fuck in our bed.”

I kept my excitement in check and said, “Are you sure? I don’t want to jeopardize us. And I know this will sound inconsistent, but I don’t want you fucking any other men. If that’s what it takes for you to be okay with me chasing Jean, I know I couldn’t handle that. And I won’t do anything without you knowing first.”

“I have all I can handle with you. You have my permission; if you can get together with her I think it helps me. Plus, I’m proud of you for not trying sooner. I know you’ve had a thing about her for a while. That’s okay, I like her too."

The whole time we talked, my cock was being stroked and was now hard again. I rolled onto my back and pulled my wife to straddle me. She reached for my throbbing dick, positioned her pussy, and slowly sank my cock into herself.

[End of Part 1]